Take 200ml of giving up on sports to focus on studies.
Add a splash of not pursuing filmmaking, because you were too scared to touch anything that felt too close to who you really are.
Add 1 teaspoon of finding a home in a person and accidentally (or intentionally) spilling it all over the floor.
Add another teaspoon of finding someone you think you like. This time, you’re sure you don’t want to spill. You’re so cautious about not spilling that you end up suffocating the teaspoon instead. Add it to the bowl.
Boil 250ml of brain fog that numbs you into doing nothing. You realize maybe you are the problem. Your brain is aging like milk.
Drink the tea, and maybe think — it’s not that bad.
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